Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. Welcome to
Paper planes, long
Welcome to the

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow
How you killing my highs, I hope you built the
I got virgin lungs please excuse the
Think I'm bout to blow, they call me George from
is never given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with I get them acclimated
Cherry red I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice
Had to escape the
ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm to be like The Beatles,
Give me some soul money, niggers is up
Tell them to it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, hating niggers don't get no pussy
So it's for me, she invited me in her mouth
You it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me
All my is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen
I bars the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was of my dream
And told me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the call
We aint heard of that, and we aint of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when niggas see their C's til they see the judges
Dark side of town, baby blues,
drama ensues niggers Ndomakong Suh
Old lyin ass as boys,
Why you knock that up if you cant tend it out boy
I'm a tenant my opinion is

I'm here forever, these other niggers scribble in
Got indelible colors, only when they're buzzing
I'm at with luggage flyin straight to the money
And you don't my slang my colloquial is lovely
So quote me and love me like I'm a poet or something
Hoe I it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something
bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of money
that consistent drive long as your motor's running

I used to up mama house by opening ovens
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's
That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is
I light up my take a sip of my yack
Thinking back of when the weren't thinking of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, they weren't giving a
Now I go they be giving it up
I seen it all Barry Farms to Sursum Corders
They had rocking like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain Ginnny and my n-gga Ricky
We pray for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and black
Not in the kingdom of but it's mad semi's
Where bad bitches with bad just act friendly

This they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
They love you then they hate you, go and ask
Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, sweeter sibling
Who got the n-gga ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont it deuce nigga
work, work, work, work, work.